Men Burst Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Men burst

Everything turned sheer…

Raised are hands, forward chests:
"It's technique and fashion."

Partial fact; truths-lies smeared
The greed and cultures interchanged
Beauties of the past uprooted, destroyed.

"Sheer" is realty to find gold.

In the name of fashion, cool and mode
The right of selection is hidden, far remote.

Include tires of bicycles in the list!

And result?

Davenporth, near Bay, sound of gun
All the heads, all the eyes turn around.

Too sheer, heat and thin...burst tire…

The same is true of girls' covers
But men burst!